I Can’t Be This Protagonist

When the class was over, the professor deliberately left Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang hurried over to listen to the teaching.

The professor glanced at Ji Yao, who was clearly waiting for someone, and lowered his voice. He snickered and told Yan Shuang about how he tricked Ji Yao to come to class.

Yan Shuang was "shocked" after hearing this, and was waved by the professor, signaling him not to expose it.

"This kid is too arrogant, he should be treated."

Yan Shuang nodded obediently and responded in a low voice, "The teacher is right."

"Go," the professor patted Yanshuang on the shoulder cheerfully and praised, "Good job."

Yan Shuang returned to his seat and packed his books. His eyes seemed to linger on Ji Yao. Ji Yao guessed that the professor told Yan Shuang about the agreement between them. He didn't want Yan Shuang to misunderstand anything and frowned slightly. "I'm leaving first."

Yan Shuang asked, "Where are you going?"

Ji Yao didn't answer and left with his empty backpack.

After his figure disappeared, Yan Shuang curled his lips, thinking that the scum attack was almost the same, but when he was tempted, it was abnormal. In the first two hours, he held his hand and ran wildly around the campus, starring in a youth idol drama, and now he has become that Deputy cold look.

Yep, the degree of relaxation is more conducive to brushing the emotional line.

Yan Shuang packed up his backpack and was about to send Qi Feiyun's daily email when a message came in on his mobile phone. It was an unfamiliar number.

"I sincerely invite you to have lunch today."

Yan Shuang: Make it clear, who are you, big brother.

The other party sent another message as if he could see through his mind from a distance.

- "South Gate, Ji."

At the south gate of the school, Yan Shuang got into a familiar black luxury car. This time, Ji Wensong was not seen in the car.

This is probably the "official meeting"?

Yan Shuang sat in the back seat relaxedly, his heart like water still.

Ji Wensong, a master with a strong desire for control, asked him to come over today, nothing more than to accept the results of the "make-up class".

The vehicle went all the way forward and entered the expressway to the urban area.

Yan Shuang wondered, "It wasn't this way last time."

The bodyguard in front turned his head and explained, "Last time you went to another courtyard where guests were entertained. Mr. Ji is now in the old house."

"Old house? Is it far?"

"It's not far, it'll be there in another twenty minutes. You don't have to worry, it won't delay your afternoon homework."

Yan Shuang held his cheeks, looking bored, and teased the bodyguard: "Can you speak Japanese?"

The bodyguard responded meekly, "I'm in charge of Mr.'s schedule in China, and I only speak a little English."

Yan Shuang: "You say everything."

The bodyguard smiled. He also looked very upright, and the sunshine was not annoying when he smiled, "Mr. Ji said that the journey will take a little long, and you may be bored. Allow me to chat with you."

Yan Shuang lost his conversational sex, waved his hand, and motioned for the bodyguard to turn around.

The bodyguard nodded lightly to him, turned and sat upright again.

Yan Shuang held his cheek with one hand, and his little finger rubbed his lips unconsciously, thinking about what would happen if a risk factor like Ji Wensong interfered with the plot line.

All the plot lines are like three-dimensional lines in his brain to construct an extremely organized virtual world.

Yan Shuang was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the car was parked, but only when the bodyguard came to open the door for him did he realize that he had reached the place.

In front of it is another quaint house, a typical Soviet-style building, with white walls and gray tiles, high ridges and corners of the roof, continuous high and low, simple and quiet. Compared with the deliberate decoration of the previous building, there is a natural beauty here. A sense of nobility.

The people who came out to greet him were dressed normally, ordinary shirts and trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes on their feet. When they walked around, there was no sound at all, "Mr. Yan, please come with me."

Yan Shuang followed into the house.

The buildings inside are more beautiful than what I saw last time. It can be seen that it has been a long time. The characters and iron paintings and silver hooks engraved on the pavilions and pavilions are engraved on the pavilions. Everyone.

The servant led Yan Shuang into the circular arch, and lifted the bamboo curtain painted with flowers and birds, "Please."

Yan Shuang walked into the house. The whole house was very beautifully decorated. There was a table of the Eight Immortals in the hall, and a chair was placed on each side. Judging from the color of the wood, it was known that this set of utensils was extremely valuable.

Yan Shuang turned his head, opened the bamboo curtain, and asked, "Where's Mr. Ji?"

"Mr. Ji has a temporary phone call, and he will come right away."

Yan Shuang put down the bamboo curtain and could only wait in the house first. After sitting for a while, he felt a little bored, so he pushed open the hollow window beside the wall. There was an unknown flower tree with a yellow top, and the fragrance was fresh. Pressing the window sill, he took a deep breath.

"...I'm not interested in the reasons for your incompetence."

When Yan Shuang heard the voice, he looked down and saw that the top of his head was black, and the sides were vaguely white. Who was Ji Wensong who was calling under the tree?

Seemingly aware of the sight above, Ji Wensong turned her face and swept her deep gaze, Yan Shuang subconsciously reached out to close the window.

When Ji Wensong saw this, he stretched out his hand in the air for a forceful meal, indicating that it was okay, and turned his face back to continue negotiating with the person on the other end of the phone.

"I have to arrive before the Mid-Autumn Festival. I have already handed it over to you, and I have lent you all the power that should be lent to you," Ji Wensong said in a casual tone, but the sense of oppression that went deep into the bones was more than a word. The words are stronger, "If you don't have something, you don't have to go back to China in the future."

"...don't disappoint me."

The tone is gentle to the extreme, and the sense of oppression is also extremely strong.

Listening upstairs, Yan Shuang felt that Ji Wensong's patience with the person on the phone had run out, and this was an ultimatum.

After the phone call, Ji Wensong turned back and smiled at Yan Shuang. He stood downstairs and looked up, his expression was so natural and relaxed, still in the kindly manner of his elders, "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." Yan Shuang said casually.

Ji Wensong nodded and beckoned not far away. Immediately, a servant trotted over, handed the mobile phone to the servant, and patted the bright yellow flower that fell on his shoulder. Ji Wensong walked through the flower tree under the gaze of Yan Shuang. He went upstairs calmly.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, and Ji Wensong said first, "I'm so sorry for the delay."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Shuang said softly.

This might really be Ji Wensong's old nest. He was dressed casually today, an old gray shirt, light-colored trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes. His attitude was much more casual than the previous two times, and he said pleasantly, "It's coming soon. It's autumn, and I asked the kitchen to prepare some warming dishes at noon today, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Yan Shuang complained in his heart. If he wanted to suit his taste, he would not ask his opinion in advance. The dictator whitewashed Taiping's rhetoric.

"I'm not a picky eater."

"I can tell," Ji Wensong smiled, "you are a very sensible child."

Ji Wensong, like Qin Yubai, has a trustworthy food. The lunch is mainly fresh seafood. The chef is highly skilled and delicious. The appetizers to the desserts are impeccable, which unexpectedly suits Yan Shuang's taste.

Yan Shuang realized something when he was about to finish eating.

Most of the dishes prepared in the kitchen today are the ones he has eaten outside the past few days.

The ingredients are the same, but the method is different.

That fish was packaged by Yan Shuang and given to Qi Feiyun.

The last dessert was different from "Xueqing", but the taste was very similar, and the amount was much larger.

"Do you still like the lunch dishes?"

Ji Wensong said gently.

"I like it." Yan Shuang said quietly.

Ji Wensong smiled, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes slightly curved, "Then I should reward the kitchen."

Yan Shuang said that he was very quiet and didn't want to push too hard.

"I called you here today to thank you in person."

Ji Wensong said in a good mood: "You did better than I imagined."

Yan Shuang smiled, "Thank you."

"What reward do you want?"

Yan Shuang was silent for a while, then said, "Can Mr. Ji donate to the Xingxing Welfare Institute in my name like last time?"

"This is not a reward." Ji Wensong said.

Yan Shuang sighed in his heart, why is it so difficult to sew wool?

"I sent someone to inspect the orphanage. The environment inside is messy, the facilities are outdated, and the greening is not up to standard, which is not conducive to the healthy growth of the children." Ji Wensong took the hot towel from the servant and wiped his hands gently. Said, "You don't have to worry, that place will look brand new soon."

Yan Shuang's mood is complicated. This kind of boss-style do-it-yourself style seems to be thoughtful for you, but the actual effect may not be the same.

Ji Wensong wiped his hands and said with a smile, "You don't seem so satisfied with your appearance."

Yan Shuang thought that it was a good thing no matter what, he relaxed and said, "No, I am very grateful for Mr. Ji's kindness."

Ji Wensong handed the towel to the servant, shook his head, and said with a smile, "You're thinking, this man is making his own decisions again, really annoying, right?"

Yan Shuang also smiled and said implicitly, "Nothing."

Ji Wensong smiled without saying a word, his eyes lingered on Yan Shuang's face softly and sighing for a long time, "What a pity, you are not my child."

Yan Shuang thought to himself that he finally knew who Ji Yao's temper when he opened his mouth was inherited.

"Ji Yao... He's a genius." For the sake of so many children in the orphanage, Yan Shuang comforted the old father.

"Genius?" Ji Wensong shook his head with disdain, "I have never seen a genius as stupid as him."

Yan Shuang had no interest in being a family mediator, so he fell silent again.

"You haven't said what rewards you want?" Ji Wensong asked again after changing the conversation.

Yan Shuang knew that he didn't say anything, Ji Wensong didn't give up, he thought about it, and said, "Can I save it first? If one day I need Mr. Ji's help, Mr. Ji can do me a favor. ?"

"Can."

Ji Wensong did not hesitate at all.

Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, and Ji Wensong said, "What's wrong?"

Yan Shuang understood that a person like Ji Wensong must be a transparent person in front of him, and all his emotions must be explained and explained to him.

"I just thought," Yan Shuang thought about his words, "you agreed so quickly, you don't seem to be worried that I will make any unreasonable demands."

"Of course." Ji Wensong stood up and extended his hand to Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang hesitated for a while, and then handed his hand to Ji Wensong. Ji Wensong's hand was warm and dry, with some irregular calluses on his palm. , "You're so sensible, you'll be measured, and I think..." He lifted the bamboo curtain himself, looked back and smiled at Yan Shuang, and said gently, "It shouldn't be too difficult to make children happy."